After hearing what the young man had to say, and Arya determined his truth to it, she set into action immediately. Her plan was not going to be easily carried out. Timing would be perfect or failure would prevail. Failure would be death. Arya had no intention of dying. Not today. Nymeria was well manned, and took the wind the following day just ahead of the unsullied arrival, if calculations were correct.
At the moons light a day later a ship dropped anchor in the harbor. A short time later a small boat rowed ashore carrying a dozen or so men dressed in black armor. Armed with spear and shield they formed on the dock. Their leader walked ahead of them to be greated by the harbor masters assistant.
"Good evening to you. What is it I can report of ya?" The old man stood with a welcoming smile.
"I need to speak with the lady stark." His voice was smooth but his speech was not.
"Aye, you must mean captain Stark, I wouldn't call her lady. She take ya head for that." The old man snickered with jest as a smile crossed over his face.
" I must speak now with her." Greyworm tried hard to conceal his anger and impatience. "Where captain stark is?" His glare was not kind.
"Ya missed her by little more than a day young man. Can I perhaps secure you a room at our inn this eve?" Again his smile was bright and cheerful.
"No. I must find Lady Stark. Tell me where she go." Greyworm may have learned the common tongue, but his ability for conversation had yet to develop.
"Well, she did find a bit ah treasure on her last trip. My guess is she be headn back tuh the island. " the old mans smile could not be broken.
"Tell me where the island." Greyworms impatient disposition was as a rock.
"Well let me see. Ah, I can't be certain. Ah let's take a look through some maps." The old man motioned Greyworm to follow him. All the unsullied on the dock followed. The old man led them into a small shack at the end of the dock. Several candles were burning. They spent a good hour flipping through map after map. "Ah! Here, this is the one you want. At least it's my best guess. She had her cartographers make it as she sailed. Good chance this island is where ya might find her. Though it's the only island on er map. " he handed Greyworm the map .
The unsullied turned and left without so much as a thank you.
As the unsullied rowed back to their ship, the dock masters assistant climbed into his tower and took out his looking glass. He searched the bay in the moonlight for anything he might see. It wasn't long before the unsullied took sail again. The harbor masters assistant watched as the ship move to the dark horizon and 3 more ships picked up their wake.
It had been near a fortnight of good winds before the unsullied had the island on their horizon. Nymeria was anchored in the bay as it had been on it's 1st visit to this island. Soon the 4 ships were in eye sight of the Nymeria and they could see plainly the handful of deck hands moving about, busy with their maintenance of the ship.
"Surround them, trap the boat. Do not let it escape. Do not let them back on the ship." Greyworm was so proud of his ability to find the one he felt was truly responsible for the death of his queen. As Greyworm barked orders to the crew of the nymeria they threw their hands up in surrender. A dozen unsullied joined Greyworm in boarding the ship while a large force of unsullied gathered on the beach.
"Where your captain is?" Greyworm commanded
"She went ashore, gathering gold in the caves. Like last times we came. Please don't hurt me. I'm just a deck hand." His begging was over the top.
" take them below. Watch them." 6 unsullied took the dozen deck hands below deck and stood guard over them. The other 6 that accompanied Greyworm were ordered to shore to help search the caves for Arya. Hours had past by the time the unsullied found the path worn in the forest that led to the steep decline along the rocks. Their were unsullied on both sides of the massive fissure as it was the 1st time Arya had been here. One of the unsullied picked up a small bit of gold that had fallen onto the ground near the opening of the stone trail leading down.
"This is the place. We go get them. " and the fearless men layed down their weapons and began their decent. It was the same long climb that Arya's men took. It was the same darkness Arya's men saw. But it was 100 times the feast for the creatures in the rocks that Arya's men had provided. Not a single unsullied that went in came out. They were so far down, not a single scream was received by those on top. Hours past and Blacktooth, the unsullied commander tossed a torch into the pit only to see it disappear into nothing. He ordered 3 unsullied to make their way to the otherside to discover what had happened. Before they could take their leave an unsullied soldier came running through the trees yelling for them.
"COMMANDER!! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!!" His words repeated over and over as he grew closer. " Our ships are sunk . We are surrounded. " out of breath from the long run his words came out choppy. " send the men back Greyworm needs help. Blacktooth ordered the 3 men to retrieve those who entered the cave, still not knowing their fate. The rest moved back for the beach.
Below deck Piper, Saral, and the other deck hands waited as Arya crept from behind a false wall. And killed an unsullied from behind. As the other unsullied turned to see what had happened, Piper, Saral and company drew their hidden daggers and slit the throats of the remaining unsullied. Before they had the opportunity to consult Arya she was gone. She found Greyworm on the main deck. The Baratheon fleet had shot scorpion harpoons through the hulls of the unsullied ships, and Greyworm was watching them sink in horror and screaming for his men to return from where ever they were on the island.
" I believe it's me your looking for. " Arya said calmly. Greyworm spun around to see her standing there with her hands held behind her back.
" you kill my queen. You mus pay." Greyworms anger was flooding out of him. Arya stood patiently.
"Go ahead then. Get your spear. Your going to need it." Her calmness only agered him more. He grabbed his spear and thrust it at her stomach.
"I'm going to kill you!" Arya stepped to the side avoiding the blow and quickly struck Greyworm on the bridge of the nose. It produced quite the eruption of blood.
"Not today. Not today." Arya's counter attack and calm words only put fuel on the fire that was Greyworms rage. A series of vicious attacks by Greyworm were ducked under, side stepped, and parried. Arya returned quick accurate counters as she could. Greyworm was bleeding pretty good from his thy and his back, just below his kidney. His nose, obviously broken, had stopped gushing and was a mere leak at this point. His anger was turning to desperation. His strength was slipping away as was his stamina. He had been chasing Arya all over the boat expending his energy trying desperately to land a blow. The best he did was a superficial flesh wound on her arm. He made one last thrust towards her. Arya side stepped and stomped on the spear pinning it to the deck . Greyworm hunched over holding the spear with one hand looked up at Arya.
"You kill my queen " Greyworm said sadly with tears in his eyes. "You kill my queen. " Arya looked at him with a cold face.
"Your queen. No, I did not kill your queen. " she paused so Greyworm could take in her words. His expression was complete despair. "But your men. I killed them. And you. I'm killing you." Her words cold as ice, and unforgiving. Before Greyworm could respond needle had entered his throat and exited the back of his neck. As Greyworm coughed on his own blood, Arya leaned in and whispered....